Bob Dylan's Blues Bob Dylan (spoken: Most of the folk songs are written uptown in Tin Pan Alley That’s where most of the folk songs come from nowadays But this song it wasn’t written up there Twas written somewhere down in the United States) Well, the lone ranger and Tonto The’re ridin’ down the line Fixin’ ev’rybody’s trouble ‘cept mine Someone must a-told him That I was doin’ fine All you five and ten cent women With nothin’ in your heads Got a real gal I’m a-lovin’ And I’ll love her till I’m dead Go away from my door and window, too Right now I ain’t goin’ to no race track See no sports car run I don’t have no sports car And I don’t care to have one I can walk anytime around the block Well, the wind keeps a-blowin’ me Up and down the street With my hat in my hand And my boots on my feet Watch out, so you don’t step on me Well, look it here, buddy You want to be like me Pull out your six-shooter And rob ev’ry bank you can see Tell the judge I said it was all right Yes   alles-uke.de